#im not a theater kid but i did dance and been backstage for some shows so i know what its like when the rest of the company is shouting out

[good-beanswrites]

Same Lights, Camera, Sing Your Sins anon here (you know if I'm gonna keep sending anon asks because of ideas, I need a shorter name...) Glad they're getting time to cool off on what happened during the trial. This project is hard on them all QvQ

Okay another thought! While working on the Trial 2 MVs, you think the prisoners get to watch everyone's first MVs? Like, maybe praise how each video looks ("Oh my gosh, Amane you look amazing!"), making comments with Jackalope's artistic choices (Shidou's flower mummy) and how stiff some of the prisoners look ("Fuuta you're walking like a tinman." "Shut up!"), some singing along to songs they've overheard earlier (Kotoko singing Weakness), and...er...shirtless Mikoto ("Amane don't look!"). Idk, this makes their filming for the next MVs sound more fun as they hang out.

Hello again!! omg Thank You for sharing once again, I’m obsessed with that 🥺🥺🥺 That's so wonderful picturing a little movie night... (And yes, feel free to pick a name :D else I will dub thee 🎬 next time given the theme lmao)

Okay so my original idea was that those first videos were actually watched on the down-low. There were a few days of nothing going on while the prisoners debriefed, made plans, and communicated their song ideas to the writers to start working with. (Minor detail but I think they’re cut off from the world still, no internet access though they can exchange a few messages/visits with family). They do, however, get access to the others’ T1 videos on their phones/ facility computers. Everyone gave permission to watch them, but there’s a bit of hesitancy. They haven’t started filming their new videos yet, so no one has gotten a look that deep into anyone else’s hearts. Just because they’re closer in this au doesn’t make them better communicators -- there’s still a lot that’s been left unsaid regarding near-murders and their true selves. So they only watch them in secret out of respect.

Haruka hides under the covers to watch After Pain on loop late into the night (going “she’s just like me fr”). Fuuta doesn’t care much for the others’ songs but tries to decipher the crimes as best as he can. He probably gets one stuck in his head the next few days that he finds really embarrassing. Mahiru gets very emotional over the other lovers, doing a poor job of hiding her sympathy toward Yuno, Shidou, and Kazui in the following days. Kazui is embarrassed to watch Throw Down so often, but Shidou is such a subtle man and it’s nice to see a more open side to him (who admits to lying as well). Amane takes a while to watch them -- they’re videos supporting murder and sin, after all -- but once she convinces herself it’s to help the experiment, she allows herself to enjoy  them. Kotoko does the same as Fuuta but jumps straight into Fandom Mode and starts taking notes and analyzing the others’ videos. She keeps a secret folder on her phone of theories and symbolism and screenshots for reference. 

HOWEVER

You have opened my eyes to Milgram Movie Night 👁️👁️

Everyone realizes they’re going to need to get comfortable with a lot of personal info really quickly, since T2 filming starts in a few days. Rather than Jackalope’s suggestion of undergoing a painful group circle talk, they go with Mikoto’s idea to all sit down to watch the videos together. This keeps the atmosphere up while they watch, allowing for many compliments and encouragement. It also lets the singer defend things in their video if they see fit, though most let it speak for itself. (Fuuta: “ah, back when I was a menace online.” “You’re still like that Fuuta.” “I’m a changed man!” “You got one guilty verdict and nothing’s even happened yet.”)

I love all of those reactions so much ahhhh! Amane getting showered in compliments like she deserves. Honestly, all of them getting showered in complements because it's what they deserve ;-; Playful teasing getting thrown around for everyone. Not even Jackalope is safe from their heckling (see: Throw Down flower person), and he's not even there to defend himself. There’s lots of blushing and eye covering during MeMe. And a singalong aspect!! I don’t know I didn’t think to incorporate that into the fic so far -- there’s nothing quite like heckling your friend onstage by echoing their lines really loud from the wings asdfsdfsd. Mikoto recognizes the video game from Fuuta’s and makes his whole day. Mahiru and Shidou realize they have both flowers and food in common, and get to talking. All at once, everything clicks into place for why Amane hated Shidou him so much.

I'm also realizing Kazui would have a Moment TM while seeing all the prisoners talking so comfortably about their deepest selves and struggles. I don't think he'd break down and open up just yet, but I bet it's be a pretty big change of heart for him to see such honesty/vulnerability...

Plus, most of my original ideas can still stand after the fact! There's no shame in seeing too much personal info about another prisoner, the only shame comes from just how many time the video was looped in private lmao

[thatwasntlikeridingabikeuasshole]

i have been at play rehearsal for six hours so i am now snapping and posting poetry on tumblr. fuck it at this point. im just gonna post the good ones. poems under the cut. preface it by saying this was an impulse decision dont take it seriously dear god it is mostly bad dont read it

1. the theater kid's ballad

places in five steps in four waltzes in three duets in two a love story built for only one. (you're the one)

stage-black night sky spike-taped black floor right wing for me left wing for you and steady spots burning like the sun.

pacing the wing hands in your hair running your lines marking a dance breathing deeply in the dark before your cue. (when's my cue?)

twisting my ring perched on some chair curtain-confined trapped in a trance thinking this could be a song to kiss you to.

if the wings that we stand in could rise to the clouds and glide through as sure as the fly would you take me with you? up to the stars and leave the house seats for the sky? because i could admire you from afar while you give your soul to be a star and through whirling numbers and shifting lights staged, sung fights step rewrites i'll keep my eyes on you (shit, i missed my cue)

huddling backstage back to your chest whispered praise shared shuffling props "i crashed and burned-" "no, no, for real, you did great" (you were great)

turning the page counting the rest heart thumping, scared this song will flop paying attention to the tension you create

dancing in dark no one will see moves free and wild tripping on feet giggling in silence, mimicking lines in slight delay. (what's the delay?)

catching a spark to light up the sea i'm just a child love's bittersweet my cue comes to steal me away.

if the wings that we stand in could rise to the clouds and glide through as sure as the fly would you take me with you? up to the stars and leave the house seats for the sky? because i could admire you from afar while you give your soul to be a star and through whirling numbers and shifting lights staged, sung fights step rewrites i'll keep my eyes on you (shit, i missed my cue)

2. the color of his eyes (a sonnet)

for all the days since I first fell, I yearned to wax poetic on his gorgeous eyes so every time his head so slightly turned I'd stare and squint and try to glimpse my prize

for while I knew the stars that hid behind   and all the kindness that they let me see each time we spoke, his charm destroyed my mind and their color remained a mystery

until a fire lit inside his heart and he came to pass his passion on to me   before he left, I realized with a start this moment was my chance to finally see

so now my favorite color has been set and in it's depths, I'd gladly sink and drown the answer I was fortunate to get: his eyes are richly, deeply, sweetly brown

more sugary than maple drizzled thick more gleaming shine than rustic polished wood more fiery than a candle's burning wick more life than soil where forests always stood

like amber freezing life's beauties in time the color of the streetlit, rusty skies the color brown could only be sublime when found inside the warm glow of his eyes now every time I have the fleeting chance I meet his gaze, and brown and blue will dance.

3. him

Leaving himself behind in the wings where I wait Unveiling a persona entirely anew Can't I brush aside the curtain to watch him dance? As he pushes out starshine through the cracks in his skin Soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and he is the sun.

Leaning on a setpiece, finger trailing through pages Unsatisfied always, determined for more Can't I capture his gaze for a second and show him how his magic has worked? Always flitting from embrace to embrace Stop him, slow him down, so that my love might touch him gently rather than crashing through the crowds.

Letting his head fall on anyone's shoulder Unashamed to be soft, to let his eyes shut Can't I be the shoulder he chooses to make his home? Any moment, he may sweep me up into his circle of love So long as I find the matches to light his heart.

4. love letter

I wrote a love letter once and sent it to a boy I thought I loved. it was beautiful. it was a garden full of flowers words blossoming, carefully tended my friends helped to sow the seeds, and in sun I watched them bloom. and when I wrote the love letter when I sent it to the boy I thought I loved he told me my flowers were beautiful, but he didn't care to stay.

I showed him out with a smile and then I set fire to my garden and watched flaming petals rain from the sky.

then I met you and you gave me a rose; you give everyone roses you grow roses from the pockets of your jeans. I took the smile and the compliment the rose and let myself get drunk on the scent. you love everyone, your kindness rains on everyone, and yet, I held it up to the moon and fancied your eyes were glowing just for me.

turns out even the ashes of flowers can grow them afresh. my friends liked to laugh that I'd never love again but they knew me and now I knew you and we all knew it wasn't true. I started smelling roses wherever I went.

sometimes when my eyes land on you across the room (how couldn't they? with all the scarlet, deep ruby of your roses) I watch you radiate affection watch you give laughter, hugs, a dance that leaves you in giggles watch everyone you know return it watch them clasp your hands, compliment you, retie your tie the flowers you give are brilliant to see even when they aren't for me.

I'm writing love letters now and saving them for someone I'm sure I love. they are beautiful. they are a lifetime of flowers blossoming from under my skin, painful but pretty I can't breathe without becoming dizzy from the scent and I crafted this garden, wound through my hair and between my lips and knotted around my soul all on my own, using only a handful of ashes and a single red rose. and as I write these love letters and save them for you, whom I love I wonder if you'd find my flowers beautiful, even dare to hope you would. although, even if you're allergic to flowers, living in a garden alone isn't a bad way for me to be.

[babiekeiji]

How would Akaashi, Kenma, +any other boy you want react with their s/o being in their first lead role in a musical/play? Their reactions, if it’s a loud boy do they follow theater etiquette? Anything else you could think of would be amazing!! i’m in love with all of your writing!!

LETS GO AKAASHI NATION ;; also im so sorry this might not be so accurate i was only a theatre kid around 4th to 6th grade owiwkkcdknc

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Akaashi Keiji

You’ve been telling Keiji about wanting to audition for one of the lead roles in this year’s play

Akaashi’s definitely just. Go for it, but make sure you work hard so you earn it

AND YOU DO

royalty shit yk

But flashback first : come the day of the audition you’re a lil neRvoUss yk because though there aren’t a lot of people auditioning, the people you’re up against are pretty darn talented ykyk

“You’ll do fine,” he reassures, “You’ve worked hard enough. Even if you don’t land the role you want, I’ll be supportive of you regardless”

Nd you just 🥺🥺🥺🥺

So you do whatever’s asked of you for auditioning right

Judges seem pretty bored but were amused at the end of your audition

So you leave with a smile on your face yk bcs wow ... u did that 😎

COME RESULT DAY and guess what bitch

U GOT IT

Nd ur just crying nd a mess on the floor bcs man practicing for that role was Not Easy

Akaashi’s rlly happy, even if he doesn’t show it

Comes off as a lil nonchalant at first

So you’re just ?? u know akaashi isnt exactly outward w his emotions though so you don’t think much of him not reacting so much w this big news

Akaashi’s more of an actions guy ykyk

The next day you come into school and see a lil box on your table with a note attached

I’m so proud of you.

YOU ALREADY KNOW 😭😭😭😭🤚

You open the box excitedly and see another note

You deserve these for working so hard. I can’t wait to see what else the future has in store for you.

😭😭😭😭 AKAASHI BEST BOY

Inside the small box are fun sized sweets you held off from eating just to prepare for the audition

M&Ms, snickers, twix, you name it he has that in there

You give akaashi a reeeally big hug the next time you see him

SO LOWKEY SUPPORTIVE OF YOU WHENEVER U PRACTICE

Always sneaking a bottle of water into your bag before you leave

Waits for you to finish practicing sometimes after training, so you two can walk home tgt

Helps you with your lines nd all that

Come the day of the play

You’re backstage, getting ready, doing last minute run throughs of ur script

Keiji can’t be backstage, but you alr know he’s probably somewhere in the front row

Follows theatre etiquette yk, but everyone around him can just tell he’s your boyfriend since everytime you come on stage he’s just a lot more attentive nd a lot more dreamy eyed w u

IS THE FIRST TO CLAP LOL MFMFMFMFMF

Big grins when your eyes meet before you bow

Offers you the prettiest flowers after

TAKES YOUR PICS W EVERYONE LOLDBMDMMDA

but he doesnt mind because you look so happy to be having fun

Drives you home too, talking about how good the play was and how well you performed, how different u were during practices and during he actual thing

“You were so captivating, really,” he says once he pulls into your driveway, “You did really well.”

Kisses you a few times before you leave

“I really am proud of you, you know. I love you. Get some sleep, you deserve it.”

Kozume Kenma

like akaashi, kenma isnt so outward w his emotions 😌 but he does compensate for it w his actions

When you first tell him abt how u wanted to audition, he was Concerned

“Is that really what you want?”

“Why? Don’t you believe in me?”

“I do,” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into. So you won’t regret it later.”

thats lowkey touching bro... bro stop im gonna fall in love with u aha ha

When you say with all conviction that yes, you want to do it, he supports u all the way

Helps u pick out your audition piece

Listens to you sing over and over and over

Watches you try to dance

Reminds you in simple ways that he does support you

“Have you practiced today?” / “Believe in yourself.”

“I believe in you.”

The day of the audition, kenma tells you that he’ll wait for u outside the auditorium

And 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

“Don’t you have training?”

“I told them I couldn’t come,” he says, “It’s not like I always skip training. Go on now; I’ll be right here when you come out.”

You kiss him on the cheek one last time before you head in

“I love you,” you say lovingly, “Thank you.”

“Break a leg.”

You come out ecstatic; “I did really well!!! They loved me!!!”

“That’s great. Do you want to eat some ramen on the way home?”

“Of course”

He pays this one (1) time because he wanted to treat you after all your hard work

When you find out you got the part

You cried

“What’s wrong? Are you not happy?”

“I AM ITS JUSTFJDEKEJ”

“?????? Okay”

“I GOT IT”

“I know”

“KENMA ......... KENMA ........ I GOT IT”

“I know. I’m so happy for you.”

Although he doesn’t wait up for you after every practice, he does send you encouraging texts

I hope you never doubt your talent.

You did great today, rest well.

I’ll bring you milk bread tomorrow morning.

Makes an effort to call you before you sleep,

I love you, he’ll say, Go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.

No cap this boy is the sweetest closet romantic ever

Is somehow miraculously allowed backstage

“Hey,” he calls. “You look beautiful.”

You turn around and it’s HIM bro its him, and he’s actually smiling with stars in his eyes and looking at you like youre the only person in the room.

“You’ll do so well,” he says as he takes you in for a hug, “I can’t wait to see you.”

Looks around for a while, and when he sees that no one is rlly looking, cups your face with both of his hands and brings you in for a kiss.

“I love you,” he whispers. “Break a leg.”

“KENMA!!!!!!! THE MAKEUP!!!!!!! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT”

he just leaves

You get flowers from him after the show

You grab a few snacks w him right after

He needs to go to the bathroom nd leaves his phone with you

A notification pops up on his screen while you wait

It’s a text from kuroo; hidden, as expected fr kenma

But what’s more striking is his lockscreen

You, in all your thespian glory

On stage, the spotlight only on you

Might be your best picture

Nd he took it in the middle of the play?????

Even if that wasnt allowed, you don’t tell him off this one time

Maybe just this once

[bisexual-horror-fan]

More Bonding, More Hate. Buddy Swanson X Reader.

SO!

I know, I know, “BEX. BUDDY SWANSON?! AGAIN?!” YES OKAY?! IM LOVE HIM AND SO SHOULD ALL OF YOU!

I had a good day off today and popped off with this idea that has been rolling around in my head for a while. This is a sequel to a story I wrote for, you can read part one Bonding Over Shared Hate. The idea for this hit me last week and I had some other things to get out first but I am SO happy with this, not super smutty at all but I am loving it and I hope all of you do too! Legit if some more people got into Buddy Swanson and Stage Fright (2014) with Tina and I we would be SO HAPPY! 

Rating. NSFW. Length. 4K. Buddy Swanson X Reader. Warnings: Soft shit, more theater references and jokes, Bex’s hot theater takes and opinions being forced on the reader, cute shit, slight angst, movie spoilers, blood and gore. Self Indulgent shit mostly for Tina and me.

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More Bonding, More Hate. 

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It was arguably the best summer you ever had.

Previously every summer was spent doing the things you hated most, memorizing lines and dance steps and blocking, sweating in theaters with poor ventilation and AC, costume fittings and of course the worst of the worst, your least favorite, having to be around insufferable, whiny theater kids.

Having grown up around them all your life you were just SO over it all, you know?

Theater kids could just be so damn stuck up and pretentious and superstitious and flat out ANNOYING. You felt like you had dealt with it all already, bad scene partners, people who stepped on your lines, catty understudy girls who were bitter they didn’t get a main role, bad singers, singers who were actually good but knew it and acted like they were the next best thing after Steven fucking Sodheim himself. The theater culture could be so weirdly inclusive and exclusionary at the same time, if you were gay or LGBT at all it was no big thing but oh dear LORD you haven’t seen the original cast recording of RENT with Idina Menzel than you were told-

"What are you doing even with your life?" 

And you were shunned just like that! RENT isn't even good in your opinion, overrated-

"RENT is pretty and does nothing!"

You remember your rant being not well received by those same cast mates who shunned you despite your leading role those few summers ago in Grease. Not like you cared of course, it was another reason to hate your fellow cast mates and theater kids in general, as if you needed another reason. 

But those were tales of summers past. This summer was infinitely better. Away from family, at another theater camp, Centre Stage, a funny name because for once you were decidedly not centre stage. After purposefully botching your audition and shirking any other backstage work instead taking up a kitchen job.

That is where you met Buddy Swanson, head and to be fair the only other cook, and you and he became fast friends. He hated theater shit just as much as you did, he was hilarious and an amazing cook, he showed you so much and you had the best time between the work and hanging out with him.

When you instigated more one evening during tech week over a bottle of cooking wine it escalated quickly. You hadn't really had a camp romance before, mostly because only going to theater camps all those romances were really ‘showmances’ and they read as so superficial to you. Like the only reason they happened was because you were in close proximity or had complimentary characters not because of actual attraction or anything real, just being near one and other and personally? Fuck that, you hated the idea of that.

But with Buddy you had so much in common, so much to talk about, always busy and you actually wanted to be around him all the time, looked forward to working in the kitchen with him every day. 

He could be just a little handsy when you two were alone, not like you minded, his hands on your hips and him leaning into you while you were washing dishes, all alone in the kitchen, late afternoon sun pouring in through the windows as you washed up the last lunch dishes before moving on to making dinner. Both laughing again over something that happened over lunch, that idiot kid who insisted on wearing that flesh tone leotard all the time hadn’t realized his tap shoes were untied and tripped, he ate shit pretty hard and you both found it hysterical. 

His arms wrapped around your middle as he leaned in closer, you could feel the last bit of his laughter rumbling in his chest, a little breathless and his mouth nipped lightly at your ear and then when he said,

“God I love your laugh.”

-you could hear the smile in his voice and it made a wide smile of your own break out. You turned around in his arms and got a terrible idea, a funny idea but a terrible one all the same, you leaned up and kissed him. His arms pulled you a little closer, a tiny bit tighter, his eyes fell closed and as he kissed you back you put your plan in action. Wet and soapy hands threaded in his hair, soon as he realized what you were doing his grip loosened, hands on your waist he started to try to pull away, you laughed against his mouth and with your hands still buried in his brown curls you pulled closer, he broke the kiss saying still a bit breathless, a small groan that broke off in a short laugh,

“No-no! Y/n wai-”

“Yes, yes!”

You responded with another laugh of your own, fingers released his hair only to drag over his face and came down to rest on his shoulders getting his shirt decently wet in the process. He finally managed to get away, hands gripped your waist harder as he pushed you back. You were laughing much harder now, watching as he tried to wipe away some of the soap and water from his hair and face, your laughter died when you saw how he was looking at you,

“Oh that’s it you’re gonna get it!”

He strode forward to the sink and you realized what he had in mind, when his hands reached into the sink you darted off, a look over your shoulder as you called out,

“No, no, no, Buddy I’m sorry-”

“No you aren’t but you’re gonna be!”

He called to you and with cupped hands he started after you, soap and water dripping from his fingers as he chased after you.

Perfect, playful and fun, just what you always wanted from summer vacation. He ended up catching up to you and by the end of your ‘fight’ you were both wet and soapy, your hips pressed against the prep table as he kissed you again, both dying of laughter once more. You let your arms fall from around his neck and said,

“Ugh well we should go hurry and get changed before starting in on dinner.”

“Bout that, tonight will be easy, I have a little surprise.”

“Oh?”

You asked as he took a step back, hand finding yours he motioned with the other for you to follow him, you did so and he lead you to the freezer, he opened the door and showed you what he had in mind,

“Frozen lasagna?”

You asked glancing up to him, a slight shiver from the freezer air hitting your still too wet form,

“Yup! I make some frozen stuff at the start of summer so some nights can be easier, less work, it can be so nice, particularly when it is so close to opening night.”

Opening night was supposed to be so soon, tomorrow actually. 

“So you can take the night off.”

“What really? You sure?”

“Yeah, this is nothing, I can get em in the oven, go change, the tins just get thrown out, no dishes except the serving spoons and the trays just go through the dishwasher. You’ve been working so hard you deserve a little break, I got this.”

So sweet!

You had been working all day everyday and while you did love it and love spending time with him the idea of getting a little time off for yourself sounded so appealing. 

“You sure? I know they are going to be pissed and you won’t hear the end of it because of-”

“The cheese.”

He finished your thought with an eye roll, recalling how many kids had taken umbrage with him over that. He cast one look over the freezer before letting the door close with a sigh and nodded as he continued,

“Yeah, yeah I know but fuck em. They can deal with one night of some cheese. It won't kill em and trust me y/n I can handle them.”

He smiled and leaned one shoulder against the freezer door, you squeezed his hand that you were still holding and leaned up and gave him a kiss before saying,

“This is so damn sweet Buddy, thank you! If you are sure than yes that would be so great I would love to have some rest, spend some time in my cabin with no one else around.”

“My pleasure y/n. You deserve some you time.”

“Seriously thank you Buddy, you are the best!”

He walked you back to your cabin, you gave him several more kisses and thank yous before retreating inside, you got changed and spent the evening however you wanted it. Really relaxing and enjoying yourself, you decided much later on that you were hungry, you purposefully waited until you knew the theater kids would be cleared out, you certainly didn’t want to EAT with those animals, and made your way back to the mess hall. You saw the lights still on as expected and figured Buddy must still be inside cleaning up, you decided to take the usual back way that you and he did for your cooking shifts. Door pushed open and you were walking through the dish hallway to the kitchen when you heard something odd. Normally music would be blaring by this point, you would hear him moving around the kitchen, clearing and cleaning up, sometimes humming, the sounds of him very obviously working but right now you heard…

Nothing.

That was weird.

You turned the corner to see him sitting on one of the metal tables,

“Buddy?”

You called out softly, you saw him tense up, 

“Oh hey y/n. Wasn’t expecting you back tonight-”

You heard a sniff, was he?

Wiping his eyes now, oh God was he crying?

You rushed over,

“Buddy, are you okay?”

You had moved forward quickly and saw a very nice looking dinner spread out in front of him on the table,

“Yeah-I...I’m fine.”

He looked away from you, he obviously had been crying even though he tried to hide it, you placed your hand over his that was resting on the table top, he was sitting cross legged and seemed so hurt.

“No you’re not. You can talk to me, what’s wrong? What is all of this?”

He looked back to you and sighed, he gestured for you to sit on the table too, on the other side of him and this dinner he obviously spent a long time on.

Turns out there was another reason that he had some pre-prepared frozen dinners and another reason he gave you the night off. When he and Camillia were left alone on nights their mother was too busy performing Buddy from an early age, from before Centre Stage was open, he learned how to cook, he would make dinner some of those nights for he and his sister. The dinners got better and more complex, particularly after their mom passed away, once Centre Stage had opened when the summer was winding down and it was almost opening night Buddy would make a dinner for just them, different from the stuff they fed everyone else, he purposefully would plan it out and fudge the budget, sneaking in nicer items in the usual deliveries over the summer to make it happen. He loved his sister, a lot, that is part of why he was so fucking upset.

She was being terrible this summer, consumed with the fucking stupid play, not spending time with him, so self absorbed, he saw the worst qualities of their mother in her and he hated it. 

He wanted to keep this little tradition going, it was important to him, he thought it was important to her too, he asked her if she would be coming by, she knew why, knew what was happening and she said she would.

It was obvious now that she didn’t.

She was the only real family Buddy had left and it felt like she didn’t care about him, that she was okay just abandoning him and running off to be just like their mother, cold and narcissistic, uncaring and fame obsessed, lost in the spotlight of the theater. He was being so utterly open and vulnerable with you, so exposed, it was a side you hadn’t seen of him yet, it was so different but so nice. You took his hand and apologized for his sister’s behavior.

“I’m so fucking sorry she is being like that, you are a great brother, hopefully she wakes and sees that.”

He barked out a laugh, a short and bitter little thing, small smile finally breaking out, another sniff as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand,

“Thanks y/n, I really do appreciate it but you don’t have to apologize for her, and I dunno if she will. I dunno why I fuckin’ bother.”

You hated Camillia in that moment.

Fuck Camillia. 

What an absolute bitch.

How fucking dare she?

She said she would be there and she wasn’t and didn’t even give a reason, no call or anything, fuck her, Buddy deserved better. Deserved to be treated better. 

“I would hate for your dinner to go to waste. If you would have me I would love to share it with you.”

You squeezed his hand and he smiled again, wider, a little warmer and less broken and he said,

“Yeah I would really like that.”

Buddy wasn’t going to mope around about Camillia, not when you were here and being so comforting, you listened to him rant without complaint and were just here, present, and that was a hell of a lot more than he got from most people. 

Dinner reheated and you both ate, soon the mood was better, he was laughing as he was recounting what you missed with him serving dinner and the food was so fucking good. You already liked what he could make despite the poor budget at Centre Stage he normally found a way to make it work surprisingly well but this specially planned meal was something else-

“Camillia’s loss.”

-you thought as you indulged, enjoying sharing the dinner he made, you asked more about it, you loved when he talked about food. He was so passionate, he told you about the recipes he used, the challenges it presented, not just from sneaking and securing the required ingredients but from making it too. You loved it, you complimented it and listened and again, so important to him, you were just present, there in the moment with him. 

After dinner you both did the dishes to music playing from the radio, dessert was shared sitting outside on the back porch behind the mess hall, looking up at the night sky. He was in a much, much better mood. You couldn’t help looking at him, the soft smile on his face, leaning forward slightly, forearms resting on his knees as he looked skyward, you loved how his hair looked in the moonlight. 

It was a wonderfully unexpected date night, you really turned it around for him. 

You had a different kind of hunger now, a different craving, you set your plate down and got on your knees, you crawled forward on your knees, hand reached out for his, you were on your knees in front of him now, your other hand reached up and you pulled him into you. A soft kiss turned heated so quickly as he deepened it. 

It was hot but slow that night, you provided even more comfort for him, it was so needed and reassuring, hands roaming, trying to convey how much he meant to you in such a short time. Soft praise and kind words spoken against his mouth, his neck and in his ear as you were on top. Both partially dressed, you leaning forward practically chest to chest as your hips rose and fell, his hands on your hips, and his own mouth on you and his words urging you on. 

You had always wanted to have sex outside and fuck if your first experience wasn’t made all the better by having it with Buddy.

Both laying back on the hardwood of the back porch, looking up at the sky you felt ready for tomorrow. It was opening night, it was going to be so busy for sure but you were excited all the same, you would get through it with Buddy by your side.

What a wonderful night. You couldn’t stop smiling when you were falling asleep that night.

The next morning was chaotic to say the least. 

Artie Getz was a piece of shit.

You never liked him, ever since you worked with him on that one production of Joseph And The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat you hated him. He was a scumbag, you had seen his type before, the kind of guy who used his pull and his clout and power to get desperate girls to do whatever he wanted. He only gave parts to women based on what they could ��provide’ him. 

Fucking creep.

All that said, you didn’t want him to die. 

There was talk of foul play, of murder but Roger assured everyone it was an unfortunate car accident and that-

“The show must go on!”

-when the impromptu musical number started you bailed. Gagging as you walked off, talk about tacky and tasteless. 

You felt kind of off and nervous most of the day, Buddy seemed distracted and in less good spirits but considering everything you knew it made sense. Why wouldn’t he be worried? It was opening night, stressful enough, but not just any opening night, opening night for the revival show on the ten year anniversary of their mothers death, the same show SHE died on opening night of that now his sister was in, reprising the role that their mother had. He was obviously nervous and concerned for his sister and you couldn’t blame him one bit. You did your best to keep him distracted that day, kept the mood light as you could, you got him smiling and laughing again and felt better about being able to help him. 

Buddy told you not to go to the show.

“I fuckin’ HAVE to or Camillia will kill me but there is no reason you have to suffer too y/n.” 

“I know this sucks for you though! It’s a hard night, you shouldn’t have to go through it alone.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes when he brushed you off,

“Don’t worry about me, I will be fine. When they have their shitty little cast party we can meet back up and I can tell you about how terrible it was.”

Well he really seemed set on going on his own so you decided to listen. Besides a kabuki version of The Haunting Of The Opera did sound truly fucking awful and you wouldn’t be sad to miss it.

Dinner that night was terrible like he told you it would be. Everyone was in a bitchy mood, frantic and even more ridiculous, the mess was big and it took a while to clean up but you both managed it. You both certainly had enough practice working together at this point. Once dinner was done as was the clean up he had to head off to get his seat. You watched him go and then you got an idea.

A very good idea.

His dinner last night was wonderful, he was so great, tonight was so hard and such a big deal that you decided to surprise him.

You had both already made the food for the cast party earlier. Trays of stuff sitting and waiting in the fridge. More budget was devoted to this since it was a big deal, the stuff you had made was really good so you decided to do a little ‘rearranging’ make a tray for just he and you to share, make a special dessert and bust out another terrible bottle of that cooking wine for old times sake and he and you could have a private party for two. It was still a gorgeous night and you had a great spot picked out near the lake. All you would have to do was near the end of the time the show was done would be to go in and collect what you needed and sneak it out, it would be easy with everyone watching and acting in the play and then you’d meet up with Buddy afterwards and take him to your spot for your surprise date. 

When you walked into the kitchen you were shocked.

You were a little dressed up, excited and ready to pull together the surprise when you had a surprise of your own. 

Buddy was on the floor. The kitchen a mess, obvious signs of a struggle, a knife, blood, so much fucking blood. You fell to your knees and tried to shake him awake. You could hardly see through the tears, babbling incoherently, practically shouting his name when he opened his eyes. 

“H-hey y/n…”

“Buddy! Jesus fucking Christ what happened?!”

It made too much sense when he explained it. 

Were you an idiot for believing it? 

Maybe.

Did you care?

Not really.

Fuck Camillia, fuck Roger, fuck Center Stage, and most importantly, most assuredly, fuck theater. 

You helped him.

Of course you did, what were you going to do?

Let him bleed out and die on the kitchen floor? 

Turn him in?

God no! That was unthinkable.

He was just so good, he had been dealt such a shitty hand. He deserved to achieve his dreams, do what he wanted to do, open that restaurant and all those other sweet little things and plans he told you in confidence late at night in this same kitchen. 

You helped patch him up, you took Roger’s car, helped him pack his things, worked out the plan with him. 

You packed your own bag, a plan to meet up outside the mess hall and fucking leave, just leave it all behind. 

You found the note smeared with blood. 

He thanked you and thanked you and told you he loved you so much but he couldn’t do this to you. Couldn’t make you leave your whole life behind even if you did hate theater and your family, he was worried you would regret it, you were just too sweet, he felt like you deserved better than him, more than him. Better than being on the lamb and running from the law, a whole life changed and shaped by what he did, the shadow of his crimes hanging over you two like the sword of damocles, he knew what he was getting into, he was willing to take the risk from the get go but he could never ask you to join him in this. So he wrote the note full of love and admiration and thank yours and apologies and left it behind just like Centre Stage.

You were able to play off your crying easily to the cops, I mean most people were crying because of the murders and again you WERE a good actor. 

You understood why he did it but didn’t like it one bit. You would miss him and hoped that wherever Buddy Swanson ended up that he would do better and be better, be happier, fulfill those dreams of his and the relationship you two shared gave you the courage to finally tell your family to fuck off and you were done with theater.

You still thought of him and that summer sometimes. When The Haunting Of The Opera got picked up for broadway and the positive reviews for his sister poured in, you wondered if he knew and what he thought of that. You would think of him when you would eat balsamic chicken, the first thing he showed you how to cook or when you saw a dish in a restaurant you thought he might like or when you would catch sight of a tall man with curly brown hair out of the corner of your eye, making your heart stop for a second before realizing it wasn’t him.

You thought of him a little too often but what could you do?

You had no idea where he ended up.

Stupid theater kid that you were deep down you couldn’t help but hum it when you thought of him and the relationship you shared, that line from that song from Wicked reverberating in your skull,

“Who can say if I have been changed for the better. But because I knew you. I have been changed for good.”

[greensleevesredlipstick]

i dreamed a dream

fic based on this ask where they're in the school play les mis together. howard is cosette, boleyn is fantine, parr is eponine, cleves is madame thenardier, aragon is sister simplicity, and jane is the stage manager/director (im not a theater person whatsoever so im not gonna lie, idk the difference). hope u all enjoy!!! any other fic prompts feel free to send :)

jane arrived to the auditorium first. it was their first show after an exhausting tech week, but she was excited to see the cast and crew’s hard work pay off. the long days, nights they had to order pizza to the school instead of getting home cooked meals, and early mornings, would all be worth it. It was her senior year and the drama teacher, Mr. Tudor, was finally letting her make her directorial debut. as the others trickled in, Jane greeted them nervously. the crew was in place, making sure the lighting was just right. she saw most of the cast in their dressing rooms getting ready but when she did a headcount, she noticed that one was missing. catherine aragon, a sophomore, said “pretty sure it’s anne who’s late. again”. Jane caught her tone of annoyance, but didn’t have time to dissect it. she had to make sure that everything else was in order. as she crossed the hall to the other changing room, anne nearly ran her over. out of breath, she started to apologize to Jane. Jane had to laugh; they had been in shows together since Anne was a freshman and she was a sophomore and she could count the occasions anne was on time on one hand. she pushed her friend into the dressing room warning her that she “better be dressed in time, or else” and tried her best to be menacing. Anne laughed, and Jane continued on to the next room. As she walked away, she mused over the contrast between anne and her character. she was able to flip the switch from anne the chaotic teenager to fantine the heartbroken mother in an instant. she wondered where inside Anne that emotion came from, and resolved to have at least one heart to heart with her friends in the future. in the meantime, she had work to do. 

 When she pushed on the door to the second dressing room, she found that it was locked. She frowned. none of the doors were supposed to be locked; there were people coming and going constantly. she jiggled the handle, but it refused to give way. she heard the voice of anna cleves, a junior who had only joined drama club that year. anna said nervously “give us a minute, please”. annoyed, Jane responded “look, I guess you don’t know how things work around here but-”. the door swung open and anna swiftly pulled her inside. jane quickly caught sight of katherine howard, one of the leads, crying in the corner of the room. she was only a sophomore and Mr. Tudor had doubted her ability, but jane had insisted on casting her as cosette. Jane had gotten to know the young girl, and had been blown away by her talent and poise-which is why she was so confused as she watched anna wrap her arms around the younger girl as she sobbed. she locked the door behind her and said softly, “what’s wrong, Kat?”. Katherine took a shaky breathe and said “it’s nothing, please don’t worry about me. I know how busy you are.” Over her girlfriend’s shoulder, Anna mouthed “stage fright”. Jane said “honey, let me do the worrying. everyone gets nervous sometimes, its only natural. you have nothing to be ashamed of”. Kat choked out “I’m 16, for gods sake. people get stage fright when they’re in like, fifth grade. not one of the leads in high school. whatever, I’ll be fine. just leave me alone. Actually Anna, you can go and get ready too. I’ll be fine”. Anna pulled her closer and said firmly “i’m not going anywhere” and Jane added “me neither. tell us what’s going on. you’ve been in shows before, haven't you?”. there was a long pause. finally Kat said “yea, I have. but this one feels different. I know that Mr. Tudor didn’t want me here, and I think some of the upperclassmen are mad at me for taking the lead from them. I can’t go on stage and then mess up and prove them right because they’ll all laugh and then I just don’t know what I would do”. katherine was breathing heavily. “shhhhh, it’s okay babe.” said Anna, rocking her girlfriend.  Jane jumped in “hey, I have a lot of pressure on me, too. I knew that you were up to the role or I would have given it to someone else. You’re the most talented, powerful, graceful performer that i’ve seen. Don’t worry about proving the rest of them wrong, go out there and prove me right”. She gave Katherine’s arm a squeeze. Just then, there was a banging on the door. “Can someone let me in please???” Jane recognized Anne’s voice. “I kind of uh...can’t find my costume. Is it in there??” kat let out a little laugh. “i’ll be fine, really. Jane, you definitely have other things to be doing.” Jane glanced at Anna and said “well actually...” anna said “i’ve got this. go.” with one more concerned glance at Kat, Jane left to help Anne (and get the rest of the 50+ cast and crew together). Alone again in the room, Kat and Anna put their foreheads together. Katherine’s breath slowly returned to normal, but she still looked pale. Katherine finally brought her eyes up to meet Anna’s. Anna said simply “I believe in you, babe. pretend you’re singing just in the shower, and you’ll blow them all away”. Katherine exhaled, and they slowly started to get ready together.

in the wings, catherine parr and aragon ran through their lines together. although parr was a senior and aragon was only a sophomore, they had become fast friends during rehearsals. parr often tutored aragon in the courses she had already taken, and aragon repayed her with ice cream from her dad’s store. they looked out into the audience and were filled with nervous anticipation at the size of the crowd. they scurried backstage to put the finishing touches on their costume, whispering to the others about the full house. as the curtain rose and the opening notes to “look down” all of Jane and the rest of the cast/crew’s work fell into place. 

For Katherine, the show was a blur. she saw bits and pieces; the melody of “heart full of love”, the red white and blue of the waving flags, and the roar of the crowd. when they took their final bow, she grabbed anna’s hand extra tight. she squeezed, and anna squeezed back. as the cast headed off stage, boleyn scurried off to her locker down the hallway. as Jane stepped on stage to take her bow, anne proudly presented her with a bouquet of flowers. she beamed as she listened to the crowd roar for one of her closest friends. once the cast finally changed out of their costumes and seen their friends and family, Anne announced “POST GAME AT MY HOUSE!!!”. the group cheered loudly, but groaned when Jane said “we’re back here at 11AM, so I don’t want to hear about anything too crazy”. Cleves chimed in “you won’t have to hear about it, you’re coming.” “that's right” parr declared. “you’re with us”. They piled into the senior’s cars and headed to Anne’s house, thrilled with how the show had gone.

Jane, ever the responsible one, spoke to each of the drivers and made sure that they weren’t drinking. parr and her were both designated drivers, but they still joined in the fun. anne was predictably the life of the party, climbing on top of her kitchen counter and belting out the lyrics to chicago’s “cell block tango”. Aragon rolled her eyes at boleyn’s rowdiness, but didn’t let that stop her from dancing with the rest of them. after a drink or two, Jane even spotted boleyn and aragon doing their synchronized choreography to “dancing queen”, the previous years production, together. anna and katherine danced together in the corner. anna laughed softly. new to the theatre scene, she said “only theatre kids would drink to ABBA”. they swayed together, offbeat from the rest of the cast, but they didn't care. anna pulled katherine closer and said “I’m so proud of you, babe. you nailed it, and you made me proud”. Kat added “as a plus, I didn’t ruin Jane’s night”. as they kissed, “seasons of love” began to play. they swayed together as the rest of the cast belted out “five hundred twenty five thousand...”

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

- THEY WERE SO GOOD IM GONNA CRY!!!

- like okay they dropped a few lines and missed a few queues but still did really well!!!!

- The poor little girl playing Zazu was sick all night like right up until we mic’d her at 7 omfg I felt so bad. But she did great!!

- The dude on soundboard kept making jokes like he forgot how to work it and shit and I was so Not In The Mood lmao

- “Molly, talking to you is like trying to talk to a Sphinx”  bye those were actual words said to me

- Scar was a hit with the audience omfg

- there was a little boy in the aisle who started breakdancing to Circle of Life and his mom told him to stop so he just seamlessly transitioned into an Irish step dance. He was like 4 asdfgh

- At rehearsals I can go like, five, six hours without eating or drinking anything no problem. If I don’t eat or drink once during the hour and a half show???? I absolutely will nearly pass out. Just a fun fact

- oh my God so before every show the director always has all the kids get in a circle and squeeze each other’s hands one by one, you know??? But tonight it like. didn’t work. like the squeeze just never came back to the director lmao so she just called it off and everyone has decided that that’s an omen of death

- There was no mess up on the finale remember/roar moment but I still hold the opinion it looks better if it happens after the last Circle of Life sue me

- They’re sold out all three nights!!! They made us add like 40 extra chairs!!! Fire regulation codes are out the window!!! Hope no one turns up in a wheelchair!! Because we apparently don’t got room anymore!!!! omfg

- Nala’s hat almost fell off...so...many...times omfg it’s like drooping a little in the back

- Okay. Gotta get this off my chest. They really didn’t do anything to make Raffiki look like a baboon, and like, I know that’s kinda just How She Looks On Broadway but I think the decision is missing the mark a bit because Raffiki never really gets introduced and the only way someone who hasn’t seen the movie would know she’s not human is when Timon goes ‘who was that monkey?’ and that’s not a problem with the professional cast but the ISSUE HERE IS that Raffiki is the only black lead in this cast!! Like just. missing the mark there a tad. I tried to tell myself it wasn’t a big Thing but then a couple people gasped in the audience at that part so it’s not just me. Just needed that rant out anyway

- The people rushing into the theater to get their seats was more threatening then the stampede lmao

- The grass dancers had actual costumes!!!! They didn’t just look like zebras in grass skirts!!! I was so surprised lol

- They really still made Grown Simba sing the low note in the last line of Can You Feel The Love Tonight....why am I the only one who supports this kid,

- lol

- Mic 7 broke and became Mic 21, but then, Somehow, Became Mic 7 again

- omg one of the lions like, 3 year old sister was backstage before the show and the makeup mom’s painted her face like the lions for her it was so cute

- one of the stage lights got left on and for some reason no one could get it off for the entire show so that kinda ruined the atmosphere for some of the scenes but it wasn’t too bad

- Mic 3 has been.........murdered

- Not the kid the mic itself. like. call the police please

- omfg all the kids came out before getting unmic’d because OF COURSE and hunting them down was A Lot I got pulled into Scar’s family reunion and picture lmao

- anyway tho the show went well I'm pumped!!! Hopefully the other two will go good! <3 

[shadowhuntersaumondays]

Seven weeks into the hiatus and we’re still here! Over the past weeks we’ve spaced out, dipped into Disney and last week we took the trips of a lifetime. This week you need to warm up those vocal cords and stretch out your feet for:

Performer AU

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Love, the SHAUMondays squad

you do magic tricks for a laugh and i’m in desperate need of someone to entertain at my kid’s birthday party

you’re the only one who knows the bass part for our setlist and our bassist just dropped out please help

we go to performing arts school together but we do different disciplines, wanna help each other learn something new for extra credit?

you’re the principle in the ballet i’m reviewing

you’re at the local rink practising your ice dance routine and i’m taking my kid/sibling to skate, yes, of course, i meant to fall over then what are you talking about?

i had to climb over you to get to my seat for the show and i kind of fell in your lap i’m so sorry

you’re part of the guerrilla theater club on campus and crashed my class for a performance [x]

we’re both actors and keep showing up for the same auditions [x]

someone left me a rose backstage after opening night and i have no clue who it is because im not even an actor?? im just on set [x]

i’m doing a kiss scene in our school musical, and i accidentally kissed you instead of the actor behind you, because you were moving a set piece while my eyes were closed, thank god this is just a dress rehearsal [x]

no, no, magicians are lame and you’re not going to win me over with magic tricks– wait, how did your number get on my phone, i’ve been holding it this entire time and i don’t know if i’m impressed or creeped out but i’m not taking a “a magician never reveals their tricks” as an answer, you hear me? [x]

you’re the grumpy bartender on the bar next to my theater classes, and at first i started hitting on you to get a reaction and to praactice my skills, but turns out you blush a lot and are very cute when i do it, so now i can’t seem to stop [x]

we both went to the same Karaoke night with a different group of friends and you accidentally picked a song that’s a duet and you’re cute so I’ll cut in [x] 

theatre au prompts

actor au prompts

Performance crossovers

Step Up AU

Glee AU

High School Musical AU

Fame AU

Eurovision AU

X Factor/The Voice AU

Dancing With The Stars AU

[bones-imagines]

All 200 😊

200: My crush’s name is: Violeta, but I've went over this before.199: I was born in: the U.s.198: I am really: gay197: My cellphone company is: Verizon 196: My eye color is: green/blue changes depending on what I wear195: My shoe size is: uh, 9/10 in womens194: My ring size is: I have no idea193: My height is: 5'3" or 5'4"192: I am allergic to: cats and dust191: My 1st car was: never had one190: My 1st job was: haven't had one189: Last book you read: Symptoms of Being Human188: My bed is: comfy187: My pet: I don't have any anymore186: My best friend: is great185: My favorite shampoo is: I don't have any184: Xbox or ps3: ps3??183: Piggy banks are: lit182: In my pockets: I hold things (I don't have pockets rn)181: On my calendar: recognition180: Marriage is: cool?179: Spongebob can: save me from the sea bears178: My mom: hated me probs177: The last three songs I bought were? I don't know176: Last YouTube video watched: internet support group 7175: How many cousins do you have? Unsure, a lot though.174: Do you have any siblings? Two.173: Are your parents divorced? They never got married172: Are you taller than your mom? I think I'm a little shorter171: Do you play an instrument? I'm learning to play piano! I've taught a little bit to myself and I'm going to take lessons soon.170: What did you do yesterday? I swam and went to this place called mr macs[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: well not in love, but you could have a crush at first sight I guess? 168: Luck: ... eh167: Fate: ... eh???166: Yourself: no165: Aliens: YES164: Heaven: no163: Hell: no162: God: not really 161: Horoscopes: not really160: Soul mates: statistically inpossible, but still cute159: Ghosts: yes158: Gay Marriage: HELL YEAH157: War: its gross but its a thing?156: Orbs: not sure what this is, if someone could explain...?155: Magic: i dont know[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: kisses please??153: Drunk or High: I've never been either butttt 152: Phone or Online: online151: Red heads or Black haired: doesn't matter???150: Blondes or Brunettes: doesn't matter???149: Hot or cold: cold148: Summer or winter: winter147: Autumn or Spring: autumn146: Chocolate or vanilla: both145: Night or Day: night144: Oranges or Apples: apples143: Curly or Straight hair: either??142: McDonalds or Burger King: mcdonalds141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: milk140: Mac or PC: pc??139: Flip flops or high heals: I've only ever work flip flops so138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: sweet and poor137: Coke or Pepsi: coke136: Hillary or Obama: obama135: Burried or cremated: burried because what if I was murdered anD THEY FOTTA GET DVIDENCE 134: Singing or Dancing: singing133: Coach or Chanel: I don't know132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: don't know??131: Small town or Big city: hmm depends130: Wal-Mart or Target: Wal-Mart 129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Adam Sandler I guess??128: Manicure or Pedicure: never had either127: East Coast or West Coast: east because I've never been to the west126: Your Birthday or Christmas: christmas125: Chocolate or Flowers: oh they're both good??124: Disney or Six Flags: I don't remember what Disney is like but they're both cool123: Yankees or Red Sox: I don't do sports[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: stop121: George Bush: all I think about are memes120: Gay Marriage: thank god, what if I marry a dude??119: The presidential election: I don't know118: Abortion: if you want to do it, you get to117: MySpace: it'll bounce back116: Reality TV: I don't watch it115: Parents: ones dead and the other one is mean to me114: Back stabbers: toxic113: Ebay: cool112: Facebook: ehh111: Work: ew110: My Neighbors: they okay mostly109: Gas Prices: high108: Designer Clothes: cool?107: College: too expensive wtf106: Sports: I mean... eh??105: My family: they're all yelly and snappy at mme they make me upset a lot104: The future: I cannot wait to get me a good significant other [ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: the other week because I was crying and they hugged me I love hugs please102: Last time you ate: like an hour ago101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: I dunno100: Cried in front of someone: last week99: Went to a movie theater: a few weeks ago, went to see diary of the wimpy kid it was trash.98: Took a vacation: a long time ago97: Swam in a pool: yesterday96: Changed a diaper: two years ago95: Got my nails done: long long time ago94: Went to a wedding: when I was younger, I learned I had asthma that day lmao93: Broke a bone: never 92: Got a peircing: when I was twelve91: Broke the law: uh I ride my scooter without a helmet90: Texted: hour ago[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: my friend88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: the homeyness 87: The last movie I saw: uhh I forgot the name of it, but it was gay86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: being accepted85: The thing im not looking forward to: not being accepted84: People call me: a suck up?? Annoying?? Lots of stuff83: The most difficult thing to do is: accept yourself82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: falsehood81: My zodiac sign is: Aquarius 80: The first person i talked to today was: my little sister79: First time you had a crush: I don't remember it it was like 4 years ago78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: I don't think ibhave anyone like that77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: I dunno76: Right now I am talking to: no one I'M DOING THIS ENTIRE LIST INSTEAD75: What are you going to do when you grow up: think I'm going into forensics, actually. Might be a writer or actor, not sure74: I have/will get a job: might nail myself a job at dunkin donuts73: Tomorrow: is tuesday72: Today: was not terrible71: Next Summer: is far away70: Next Weekend: is too far away69: I have these pets: does a little sister count because it's harder to take care of68: The worst sound in the world: the sound that happens when your skin is slid on something like a gym floor or car roof??67: The person that makes me cry the most is: Thomas Sanders 66: People that make you happy: awkward anon, my friends, Thomas sanders, uhhh some other people that I'm not listing65: Last time I cried: the other week (difnt I answer this??)64: My friends are: great63: My computer is: kinda broken 62: My School: sucks61: My Car: doesn't exist60: I lose all respect for people who: murder59: The movie I cried at was: that movie where the scientist makes his son into a robot and didn't pay attention to his actual son58: Your hair color is: blonde ish57: TV shows you watch: the flash, Andi Mack, Backstage, Bones, Supernatual, Sense 8, The Loud House, lots of kids shows56: Favorite web site: uhhh tumblr?55: Your dream vacation: being away from my family and getting to chill54: The worst pain I was ever in was: uhhh when I sprained my wrist playing football inside53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium well?? Rare?? Who knows52: My room is: not aesthetic enough51: My favorite celebrity is: zendaya she's pretty and such a great girl I'm proud of her50: Where would you like to be: doing something useful for people49: Do you want children: yes48: Ever been in love: yes, definately47: Who’s your best friend: this girl named isabel46: More guy friends or girl friends: girl friends because all the guys I know are dicks45: One thing that makes you feel great is: when I make people happy44: One person that you wish you could see right now: uhhh Violeta I miss her she's so sweet43: Do you have a 5 year plan: no but I should make one.42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: no41: Have you pre-named your children: no40: Last person I got mad at: isabel39: I would like to move to: Virginia, I miss my older sistwr38: I wish I was a professional: forensic woRKER or writer[ My Favorites ]37: Candy: kitkat36: Vehicle: I like old card they cool35: President: Obama 34: State visited: new york33: Cellphone provider: Verizon I guess32: Athlete: idk31: Actor: uhh TJ Thyne? I dunno30: Actress: ZENDAYA29: Singer: troye sivan28: Band: twenty one pilots27: Clothing store: idk26: Grocery store: market basket25: TV show: the flash, because it's still running otherwise bones24: Movie: wall e23: Website: tumblr (didn't I answer this already)22: Animal: dog21: Theme park: six flags20: Holiday: halloween19: Sport to watch: none18: Sport to play: softball17: Magazine: ehhh16: Book:hmm.. I liked Peter nimble and the fantastic eyes15: Day of the week: saturday14: Beach: Hampton I guess13: Concert attended: panic at the disco12: Thing to cook: cookies!11: Food: ... cookies?10: Restaurant: Mr. Macs9: Radio station: I dunno8: Yankee candle scent: Christmas ones7: Perfume: idk6: Flower: Flowers are all pretty5: Color: purple4: Talk show host: I dunno3: Comedian: I dunno2: Dog breed: any1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yes.I had to make an entire document for this. And to whoever read the entire thing: how?